Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.